domenica 26 agosto 2012

I'm listening to Jimmy Cliff's Rebirth while fragging on Openarena like there is no tomorrow. I'm alone in my flat, while Beatrice gets rid of schorching Lucifer. It's the last spell of the first summer post-Berlusconi.

My to-do list is full of major tasks: hoover the entire surface of my little home, regain the trust and confidence of my spouse, consolidate my position while working for the man, while finding ways for a personal and collective exodus from capitalism. Not to mention the plans i have for the kids, and the city they were given to grow-up in.